The Road Back to You
by destieldivergence
Summary: *After the events of the S9 finale* Cas wakes up in the middle of a field with no idea where he is. He has only one goal in mind-find Dean. When he returns to the Bunker, however, not everything is the same. Now it's up Cas to win back Dean's soul (and maybe his heart in the process) sorry summaries are really not my strong point but id appreciate it if you read it :)
1. Where Am I?

**Hi there!**

**This is my first ever fanfic that I'm actually writing down (and continuing to write down), so I'm sure theres tons of things that need work...so criticism is appreciated :) **  
><strong>I hope you like it!<strong>

Cas' eyelids fluttered. He felt the light of the moon reflect off his eyelids. Where was he? How did he get there? Most importantly, what happened to the Winchesters?

He remembered being in heaven, Gadreel's sacrifice in prison, Hannah's apology, Metatron's _typewriter-slash-Word of God_ story, and then waking up...here. Where was here? Was he near the bunker? He had to reach the boys, to find out if they were safe, to find out if they had been successful. He knew Sam's job was relatively harmless, but Dean, being the one actually killing Metatron, was definitely going to get hurt. Cas felt a sudden unnamed emotion flicker in his chest.

_Oh, Dean_.

Ever since Cas discovered the Mark on Dean's arm, he had become increasingly more concerned about the eldest Winchester. He knew Dean was strong, he'd always known Dean was strong, but this was a different type of strength. He couldn't prepare for this kind of thing. He should have protected him more. He was supposed to look after him, keep him safe! That, Cas remembered, were his original instructions. Find and protect the Winchester brothers. After he rebelled against his own and turned his faith completely towards Dean and Sam, it became more than just an order. It was what he wanted, what he put all his energy into without anyone telling him to. To Cas, it was the beginning of his first real family.

The soft chirping of birds broke his reverie. He vaguely realised he was on the tree-line of a small forest. He didnt look like he was near any city big enough to help him with anything, at best he might be a short walk from a town off in the middle of nowhere. He got up, and began to walk. Where he was headed or which direction he was going he had no idea. All he knew is he had to get out of here.


	2. I Wont Let You Down

"Now listen here-"

"No! Don't you _dare_ try and apologize!"

It had been nearly 3 hours since Sam came back to Dean's room to find he had disappeared. Instead, Crowley was sat on the bed, looking (as much as he could) distressed. It took Crowley a couple of tries explaining before Sam understood what he was telling him: Dean had died, as he originally thought, but he hadn't stayed dead.

He'd become the one thing he'd hated most.

Since then there were several death threats, a lot of bullet fired into walls, and some seriously snarky comments on both sides. Sam still wasn't entirely aware of what was happening. He turned to the King of Hell, who had stayed on his spot on the bed the entire argument.

"Crowley, you will fix him or so help me I will take my knife and shove it so far up your ass it comes out your _mouth_."

Crowley sighed dramatically. "Slowly there Mooseyboy, don't get your knickers in a twist. Firstly, I didn't know this would happen. It was in no way at all intentional. Believe it or not, I didn't ask for this."

If it were even possible, Sam's glare became even more deadly.

"Liar. You and Dean became the best of buds searching for that godamnned blade. I'm sure you enjoyed having a playmate. Sorry, but if you wanted someone to talk to, try working on your people skills instead of _turning them into demons."_

"Ouch. Well Moose, unfortunately I can't stop you from thinking what you want, but honest to-_well, not God, but you know_-honestly, that was never the plan. And since you never let me finish, the second thing I was going to tell you was I can't reverse it. It's a done deal. Demon Dean is here to stay." Crowley snorted, and with that, he walked out.

Sam finally got a minute to deal with what was going on. His head was reeling. Dean, his big brother, his protector...a demon. Not possessed, even. His soul had been turned. And Cas. Where was he? He had left heaven by now, Sam was sure, but he'd thought he'd come right back afterwards. Unless he got held up. Unless things went wrong, and if it had, Dean's sacrifice would have been for nothing.

It wouldn't have mattered.

A sudden rage went through Sam. He pulled himself up, disturbing the coffee table, and yelled. He kept yelling and screaming and throwing whatever was nearest to him. He wasn't fully in control of what he was doing but he needed to break something, to feel something snap against his hands. He had torn apart nearly half the table by the time the pain in his chest had faded to a dull ache. Somehow, that was worse, more disturbing, less distracting, forcing him to confront unbearable truth: _My brother's gone, my brother's gone, he's gone, he's gone..._

He pictured Dean, young, smiling, and happy in the back of his mind. He was remembering the day they went for ice cream while their Dad was on a hunt. He'd never seen his brother happier than he was in that moment, laughing when Sam got vanilla ice cream in his _"way too long"_ hair, chasing him around the park, lying on the grass.

His heart hurt more than he could handle.

He would get Dean back though. This wasn't the first time something like this happened to them. They die almost every day. Granted, this was the first time either of them had been actually turned _into_ a demon. He would fix this, he would.

He wouldn't let his brother down this time.


	3. A New Friend

Cas had been walking for hours.

He passed a little town where he used the tiny amount of money he had to buy food, which he had barely eaten anyway. He had to find the Winchesters.

The remaining dollar bought him a road-map, which he had no idea how to read, but tried to follow to the location of the Men of Letters' Bunker, Sam and Dean's temporary yet comfortable home.

The road map currently blocked his view of the pavement, which is why he didn't see the tiny girl he collided with until after the impact.

The girl lay there on the floor, inspecting her bloody knee. Cas felt a twinge of guilt. He forgot just how breakable humans were, especially the young ones, and she couldn't have been more than fourteen. He offered her his hand.

"I'm terribly sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going, and I didn't mean to hit you. Are you alright?"

She nodded and managed a smile. She was rather lovely, with chocolate hair framing her heart shaped face and olive skin. Her eyes were a deep amber, almost brown but not quite, and right now they were focused on Castiel. She frowned at him.

"Are you lost?"

Now it was Cas' turn to frown. "Why would you think that? Do I look lost?"

"No it's just...you're holding that map there, and you must have been focusing real hard to have bumped into me."

"Oh. Right," He bit his lip. "Sorry about that, again."

"It's fine. My name's Raine. What's yours?"

"Castiel."

Raine grinned. "Thats the first time someone's one upped me on strange names. Nice to meet you Castiel."

He shook her hand, then remembered what he was originally doing.

"Do you happen to know how to get to Kansas?"

"You _are_ lost!" She sounded triumphant. "Well I do know how to get to Kansas, but if you don't mind me asking, why don't you just drive? It 'aint far from here by plane either. Or call somebody maybe."

Cas bit his lip. Should he lie? He was always uncomfortable with lying directly to someone. The year he conspired with Crowley against the Winchesters' backs was not only the most painful, but the hardest. Harder than anything he had to endure in heaven. Instead, he told the girl a partial truth;

"I don't have any money."

It wasn't why he was walking, he could've easily called Sam and Dean in the town, but he felt he should come to them, like he always has. Their guardian angel.

Though he realised saying any of this aloud might alarm the human girl. One thing Dean had taught him about being human was staying discreet. Although he might be a (semi) angel again, it would be a good idea to keep the practice up.

Raine was watching him while he thought.

"Do you really not know where you are? As in, at all?"

Cas shook his head.

She smiled kindly. "Do you want me to give you the full rundown?"

Another tiny flash of guilt passed through Castiel. He was being completely selfish, keeping this girl here, wasting her time. She probably has somewhere to be, and even if she didn't, he was not someone she should be talking to. He looked up.

"Thank you for being so kind, but I shouldn't take up any more of your time."

She shrugged. "It's not a big deal, and I'm not really heading anywhere anyways. Besides," Raine gave him a lopsided grin, making him smile-"I'm involved now. If I walk away from you, I'd feel responsible if you got hit by a bus or somethin'.

Cas sighed, and gave in.

Raine had brought Castiel to a nearby picnic table and told him the basics:

He was currently on the edge of Brookside, Colorado, one of the smallest cities in the state with a population of 219. It would take about six and a half hours drive from here to Lebanon, Kansas (where the Bunker was), and the nearest airport was in Colorado Springs.

Cas watched Raine as she spoke. She had a friendly way of making him feel at ease, but her eyes held something heavier, darker. Maybe she too had a couple of-as Dean would put it,-"skeletons" in her closet. She was human, for sure, Cas would see her true form if the answer was otherwise. Every instinct Cas had picked up on this world told him to run, or watch her carefully, but he couldn't help but trust her, which made his gut tell him to run even further. When she finished, he pulled himself up and thanked her, with the intension of leaving right away. At that, she looked uncomfortable. Cas scrunched his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly to the left.

"Hey, listen um, Castiel? I know it's a lot to ask, but if you don't mind, could I possibly...come with you?"

Cas was too stunned to speak. She wanted to come along on his mission? That was unexpected. Of course, humans' normal behaviour is anything but normal.

"It-it wouldn't be very safe. The way I'm going. Besides, wouldn't your parents worry about you?"

She bit her lip. That was enough for him, he knew what that meant. Her parents were either dead or didn't care. The air suddenly got what most people referred to as awkward.

Raine kept pressing. "I won't be any trouble. I won't even talk if you don't want me to."

Cas paused for a minute. Then slowly, he looked her in the eye and gave a slight inclination of his head-a nod. A reluctant one, but one nevertheless.

She gave a grateful smile.

"Let's get going."


	4. Free At Last

Despite the crappy lore that he and Sam went by, demons actually _did_ produce emotions. To some degree, anyway.

For the past couple of weeks Dean had been experiencing an unappetizing blend of boredom and confusion, except that it wasn't really the same thing. He would use those words to explain it, yeah, but it wasn't how he remembered it feeling. Whatever the hell this was, it was duller and far less intense, felt a lot easier to be free.

It was freakin awesome.

Everything he used to love and cherish got ripped out of his heart and mind, making it a hellovalot easier to think. Impala? Out of date and useless. Pie? Couldn't eat the damn thing anyway. Sammy? Whiny lil brother with stupid hair. Cas?

Hmm.

Cas was a tough one. Sam had his perks, being a billion feet tall and the geek. Not to mention he'd probably keep the Bunker salt free if he asked. But Cas was completely different, as though his existence deserved it's own feeling. Whenever he thought _Cas,_ he felt a small tingly warmth in his shoulder. Why his shoulder, he had no clue. Why he even cared was a bigger mystery.

His memories of Cas were nice enough, if you were into that thing. Alot of pointless staring and pained expressions, but between the arguments and Purgatory and the end of times, there were little things; The look of Cas' face when he took him to a strip club, singing along to Led Zeppelin's greatest hits in the car, even just watching him working at the Gas n' Sip, debating whether or not to walk in and say hello.

Dean rolled his eyes, even though there was no-one there to see him. That was some sappy stuff, even for his human version. _"No chick flick moments," _was his rule with Sammy when they first began to hunt together, but looking back on his human memories, all he ever did was talk about his feelings and his sensitivity.

God, he was a self righteous asshole.

A large clash from below had him alert. He was currently right above the bunker, legs swinging off the rail of the bridge. The clash meant one of two things; Either there was a plumbing failure, which never happened, or the more likely, Sam had figured out where he was. Damnnit.

As if to confirm his theory, Sam hollered down below him.

"DEAAAAAAAN!"

That was his cue to leave. He hadn't actually teleported anywhere yet, but he kinda got the idea.

With that, he hopped to his feet, and disappeared.


	5. Think Like Him

As soon as Sam had calmed down and cleared up, he came to the conclusion that the only way he could help his brother right now was to find him, and stop him from doing anything he would regret later.

Only problem with that was finding him. Knowing Dean, he would have left the bunker ages ago, but where to, Sam had no idea. He wouldn't go anywhere obvious, like Rufus' flat or back to Sioux Falls. Thing is, that could have been exactly where he could have gone, since Sam wouldn't look anywhere that obvious. He could run a search for the latest check ins at hotels in the tristate area, but Dean knew he could do that.

Sam's last hope was that Dean had taken his car. He never went anywhere without his Baby unless he had to. Unfortunately, Dean knew about the GPS routers embedded into the system, since he was the one that put them there, in case the car got stolen. Sam's chances didn't look so good.

Sure enough, when he went down to the basement, there the Impala sat, coat shining from all the hours of love and devotion Dean spent. But still there. Damn.

He clomped upstairs, rather noisily, and an idea occurred to him. He didn't like it, but it looked like he had run out of options.

He could call Cas.

He took a seat at the table and closed his eyes.

"Castiel? Hello? We-well, I need your help."

No answer.

Sam tried again. Still no reply.

He glared down at the floor. Of course, if it were Dean calling, Cas would be here in a heartbeat. Hell, he'd probably be here to hand Dean a tissue if he frigging _sneezed_.

"C'mon, Cas, don't be a dick. This is about Dean, okay? He's in trouble."

He strained his ears for the telltale _whoosh!_ of Cas' unseen wings, but he heard nothing.

He was on his own.

He felt as though he had tried everything. _Where the hell are you, Dean?_ Sam chewed through his lip repeating the question over and over. _Wherethehellareyoudeanwherethehellareyoudeanwherethehell..._

It came to him slowly, then it clicked. He was asking the wrong question.

_"_Are_ you Dean?_"

That, he could answer himself. No, he wasn't. Well technically, he was the same person, but it wasn't Dean. This demon was more sadistic, violent, deadly-more evil. If Sam had learnt one thing about demons in the years he spent hunting them, it was the games they play. Their favourite pastime is to screw with your mind, and now that his big brother-who-knows-him-better-than-anyone was one of them, Sam would be his number one target.

The first thing that came to mind was one of the crueler things Dean always enjoyed, which was watching his smartypants brother unable to figure out the obvious.

Sam's forehead creased. Where was the most obvious, easy place for Dean to go that was right under Sam's nose?

The bridge right above the Bunker.

Nearly tripping over himself, he sprinted up the stairs, slamming the door with a huge crash.

"DEAAAAAAAN!"


	6. Hitchhiking and 20 Questions

"So, why the hurry to get to Kansas?"

It hadn't been long since they set off until Raine bombarded him with questions-questions he couldn't answer. Although to be fair, she wasn't answering any of his. If she wanted answers, she would have to give some too.

"What about you? Why the hurry to get away?"

"I asked first."

"You've been asking everything first. My turn."

"No way!"

"Why not?"

"Because."

"That answer is extremely childish."

"But what about..."

Her questioning continued, but Cas stopped paying attention to what either of them were saying. This felt wrong, somehow. Just the fact that in under 15 minutes of meeting this girl, he agreed to take her with him on his potentially-dangerous trip to Kansas. He wouldn't bring her to the Bunker, obviously, but who knows what could be out there looking for him.

He was in constant danger, and now so was she.

"Stop. No, not just talking-I mean, physically, stop."

She swiveled around.

"Something wrong? Am I talking too much? I was just making conversation, sorry if I'm being annoying."

She was apologizing for her curiosity.

Cas frowned.

"I just don't think you coming with me is a good idea. You haven't even told me why you're leaving-I could be helping you run away or steal something."

She nodded, maybe only half to Cas.

"Okay then. I'll answer whatever questions you have-_if_," she continued quickly, "you answer some questions too."

He sighed.

"Seems fair."

She gave him another lopsided smile.

"Alright then, what do you want to know?"

"Why are you leaving?"

"Because I hate it here. Why are you lost?"

"I woke up in a field and I don't know how I got there. Why do you hate it here?"

She paused on that one.

"The people I live with are horrible. Why Kansas?"

"My-my family lives there." Not a lie, but not the whole truth either.

"What happened to your parents?"

Her face darkened.

"Not that one."

"You said anything-"

"Anything _but _that one."

"Okay fine. How old are you?"  
>"14."<p>

Cas winced. So young, so vunerable.

She glared at him.

"I can still see you."

"Sorry."

They had just left the town's streets and entered the main road. Cas thought it was time to, as Dean would say, hitch a ride.

He waved his hand out for a car, although there weren't very many of them.

Raine watched him for a minute before speaking.

"Sit down."

"Why? They won't see me."  
>"Just trust me. Sit down, and mess your hair up a little."<p>

He did as he was told, ruffling his hair, and Raine sat down next to him.

She undid the ponytail which was currently holding up her hair, and brushed it out messily, leaving it looking tangled.

Almost seconds later, a huge red truck pulled over. A woman stuck her head out of the car.

"Need a ride?"

Cas looked at Raine incredulously.

"How?"  
>"I've done my fair share of hitchhiking to know the tricks."<p>

Again, that made Castiel wonder what could have possibly happened to her parents, for her to have this knowledge.

They climbed into the back, and Cas saw that the lady was not alone. A man, possibly her husband, lay sleeping in the passenger seat.

The lady smiled at them kindly.

"Where to, sweethearts?"  
>Cas and Raine exchanged a look. According to Raine, Lebanon was 6 hours away, and that would be too far to ask of someone.<p>

Raine spoke before he could.

"Colorado Springs Airport, please."

Cas frowned at her.

"Okay, good thinking, but how will we pay for plane tickets? And do either of us have passports?" he whispered.

Following his example, she lowered her voice.

"We won't have to pay for plane tickets, as we won't be passengers."

"What do you mean?"

"We'll be cargo."


	7. An Encounter

**A/N: Ughh! This took far too much time, and its not even that good...I just suck at writing fight scenes sorry :/**

**Anyways, I promise Raine isn't a complete idiot. All will be explained.**

"This is a terrible idea."

"It's also the only one we have. If you a better plan, please share."

"Fine."

"No, seriously. Think of something so we don't have to go through with this."

After arriving at the airport and thanking the couple, Raine explained in full detail; sneak round the back of a flight carrying suitcases, dressed as crew, they enter the plane, carrying the luggage, and stowaway until the end of the flight.

It was ridiculous.

"So, where exactly would we get the uniforms from?"

"You know...dressing rooms."

"What dressing rooms?"

"Theres always a dressing room where the crew change, isn't there?"

"No. Where did you get this information?"

"Um. Movies?"

Cas sighed.

He looked up for a minute, and noticed people nearby staring at them. Ignoring Raine's protests, he grabbed her by the arm-as gently as possible-and walked inside.

"We need to appear normal." Cas muttered once they got inside.

"If you want to appear normal, get rid of your coat."

"What's wrong with my coat?"

"It's ah...you know what never mind."

Cas looked down at the semi tattered trench coat. There was a patch of dried blood on the hem, and several holes, but it still retained it's light colour...sort of.

Well it looked fine to him.

"What now?"  
>"It was your plan."<p>

"Yeah but..."

Whatever Raine said was tuned out as Castiel focused on the man watching-no, staring-at them from a distance. He was far enough away that he couldn't clearly see his face, but close enough for Cas to know that something wasn't right. He'd seen his fair share of demons, and even from afar, he knew they were being followed.

Raine stopped talking, and followed his gaze curiously.

Cas looked back at her. He _knew_ he shouldn't have agreed to this. No matter how messed up her life was before, it was better than being dragged this.

And if this demon told Crowley about her...

He'd want her. As bait, or for information about Castiel's plan, which she didn't have. Granted, he didn't have a plan, but Crowley always assumes there is some hidden plot behind everything.

Cas must have not said anything for a while, because Raine was starting to look worried.

Their eyes met, and Cas could almost taste the guilt in his mouth.

If the demon got away (which it would, because Cas couldn't very well smite it in the middle of the airport), whether it was one of Crowley's men or not, he would be told. Cas had to warn her, somehow.

"I think someone's watching us."

"I think you're being paranoid."

"No. I mean," Cas lightly jerked his head towards the demon, "I think _someones watching us_."

She glanced in that direction, and Cas could have sworn her eyes widened. A minute later, her features were calm again.

"We're probably blocking the way or something. Lets move."

Castiel took that as permission to move, and he ushered her further away from the demon, further back until they had reached the hall by the bathrooms on the other side of the airport.

He spoke before turning back.

"I think we're out of the-"

Cas froze.

Behind him was Raine, throat slit into a wide crescent, the demon grinning with a bloody knife.

Cas didn't have time to blame himself or hate the demon, and he had to move fast. Thankfully, it didnt put up much resistance. A swift motion and his hand was placed on the demon's head.

Nothing happened.

His brief moment of confusion gave the demon enough time to take a stab at his arm, but Cas had regained his focus.

_He really was running out of grace._

How could he kill this demon, then? He didn't have the demon-killing blade Sam and Dean required from Ruby, and he was relying on his power.

Cas's lack of concentration, grace, and energy cause the fight to finish almost as soon as it begun. The demon pinned him against the wall (not too roughly, as both were trying to go unnoticed) and held the blade to his throat.

"Say hi to my boss on your way to hell."

Cas was too tired to correct him, and instead used what he assumed were his last minutes to think about happier things. The Bunker, hamburgers, Dean.

_Sorry, Dean._

Cas closed his eyes.

He heard a blade, but it wasn't the one pointed at his throat. He looked down to see the small knife buried in the demon's chest. Cas looked away as the human soul disintegrated with the demon, and stood aside as the body fell to the floor. He finally got a good look at his savior.

There with a knife in her hands was Raine, her throat still bleeding from minutes before, but very much alive.

She glowered at him.

"You gonna help me clean up the body, or do I have to do everything by myself?"


	8. The Full Truth (Finally)

**A/N: I felt as though an explanation was needed, and it was going to be longer than this, but I kind of wanted the explaining to be it's own chapter, so yeah.  
>And this isn't the only thing that will need explaining about Raine (god why did I create such a difficult character)<strong>

**Anyhoo..Read on!**

Cas had been trying to form an actual complete sentence for about 5 minutes. The had burned the corpse of the man away from the airport (they had climbed out a bathroom window) and Cas now sat with Raine on a bench, awaiting answers.

"So who are you? No, hang on, what are you? A hunter, or..?"

"Now thats a question I've been asking myself for a while."

"Thats not an answer."

"I replied, didn't I?"

"Please just tell me who you are and why you decided to follow me."

Raine looked him in the eye.

"You're not going to like it. And not all of it is pretty. Actually none of it is."

Cas raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to continue.

"Well, to begin with, I knew what you were when you bumped into me. If I didn't I wouldn't have followed you. C'mon, 6 year olds know not to talk to strangers. But when I saw what you were, I had to find out more. So I played dumb and pretended I needed to run away so you would take me with you."

Castiel's eyes scrunched together.

"So how do you know about-about everything? You neither angel or demon; I would have seen your soul. Not a vampire or werewolf, but I'm just going off the way you smell. You _say_ you're not a hunter, but thats the only logical explanation I can come up with."

"Thats the thing-I'm the furthest thing from logical there is."

He was getting impatient; Cas had to get back to check on Sam and Dean.

"Please stop being mysterious and explain."

"I'm trying to figure out how to tell you without you throwing a holy righteous bitchfit and slamming me into heaven's prison."

"I won't say anything or interrupt, please."

"You better not."

Raine frowned. She took a deep breath, and began.

"Well for starters, I'm not 14. More like 200. I was born in 1786, just after the American revolution. I was a normal kid with normal hopes and dreams. I had parents. A little brother. I was going places in life-as far as I could go for a girl of my place at the time. Life was good.

Until I began seeing the strangest things. Werwolves in the woods behind my house, vampires serving the bar my father goes to. I thought I was going insane, and I knew I couldn't tell anyone. So I kept quiet.

Eventually I began to change. Small stuff at first, but then it became more noticeable. I got strange markings on the side of my back. I would black out in the middle of a conversation, and then go straight back to normal. I could handle all of that for a while, but then I began to hear...voices. I was sure that they weren't real, but then the things they would tell me began to happen. They said our neighbour's cat would die of food poisoning, and the next day he turned up at a stream with a half eaten fish in his mouth. They told me a storm was coming, and for the next week all it did was rain.

It didn't occur to me that I could talk back to them until much later. 'You're like us,' they'd say. 'Accept who you are.'

I tried to ask them who they are tons of times, but for some reason, when I asked again, they told me. Angels, they said. Just like me. Except I didn't want to be an angel. I liked my life, and I wanted to keep things the way they were. I also got the sense that they were keeping things from me.

Everytime I looked in the mirror my face became more and more different. Somedays it looked pure evil, like a monster. Other times it would glow and radiate energy; I was turning into something."

Cas couldn't stand it anymore.

"What? An angel? I would have seen your true face. Unless, of course-"

"I was only part angel."

So she was a Nephilim. Half angel, half human hybrid. Among angels it was an unspeakable thing to do, but it did happen every century or so.

Cas chewed his lip.

"Why didn't you just tell me this in the beginning?"

"Because, and I see you've already done this, you would immediately assume the other half was human."

Castiel froze.

She wasn't Nephilim after all. She was half angel, half...

What was she? He ran his mind through her story once again, trying to find out what he missed.

_I would black out in the middle of a conversation._

Raine watched him think for a minute, then shut her eyes, slowly. They flicked open, and the whites of her eyes had completely disappeared.

Demon black eyes, but a glowing blue by the iris.


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